You see? I think its time for me put it down.
. for my females, hahah
Ima let my females shine on this track
You see? I aint biased
I aint racist either
So ima let uhh. mocha bring it in The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit
Honey I wanna score with, money, Im all for it Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you think Im a poor chick
Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks
As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em My style is my own, and a shorty, cant test it So yall — ramble on, ima get my gamble on Ceram handle-arm, while yall scramble on Want to battle? its on, Ill take you on anywhere
Ill take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air
Ill take you on with the gat, Ill take you on on the track
Ill take yo ass on a trip, and you never come back
Though this a freestyle, these styles aint free
When Im done, better believe, they got a pile for me Chorus: timbaland and babe blue (repeat 2x)
What cha know about this, ha? you dont know
Lemme show you bout this, ha? we gon blow
We dont go without hits, ha? get the dough
You can never doubt this, ha? ha?
Yall go head and yap on, ima keep rap strong
Talk but dont act on what you rap on (say what?)
I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? keep that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps — then, have you do three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, yall — dingy stacks
For — weed in sacks, tote — kis to crack
Wonder why they cant keep they eyes off me?
Yall chicks aint 8, Im a dime plus 3
Got a 6? I got a stack
Got a whip? I got a jet
Got a clip? I got a tec
Thats why you not a threat
Wanna know how you could be down too?
Can not do, make em say «ahhh, oohh»
Been through it, put too much into it And writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid
Chorus
babe blue
Yall chicks assed out, babe blues here
Shook out your mind, cause my debuts near
All yall demo chicks see me when you master yours
I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads
Shorty, dont get your hopes high, praise the most high
Babe blue, livin loca
I crush all those, small hoes, what?
My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe
You aint seein mine, I walk right in the club
You one of them chicks that be in line
Me? studded out, ice flooded out
Bitch you aint nice — please, cut it out
Bronx to the death, we gon spit raw
Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for?
Forget yours, moch and blue, comin through
Bystorm, z man, tell me what you gon do?
it aint over!
Yall chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch and blue, cagney and lacey
Start the biddin wars at 1.2
We gonna show all of yall what one joint do You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see Im tryin to get my mail ma But yall chicks didnt know, so I had to tell yall
Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat?
Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Tonight (1 life 2 live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
(1 life 2 live baby) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 life 2 live
What what? uh uh uh uh What cha know about this, ha?